Based on the background, warn that a supernova is expanding to envelop us and offer a seat in a faster than light ship that I could so easily conjure out of thin air with but a song and a snap of the fingers.
Offer the last seat in the craft to avoid the shockwave. Three, after all, is the number of the counting, and the number of the counting shall be three. A barrel roll may be needed to clear the junk left on that seat due to a slightly off-key note during the song - sorry 'bout that!